Fed To Sharks

Knuckles chained as you walk the plank
Circling that pitch black riff
Scornful laughs from their skiff

A red thin trail - What's that prey veil?
A sudden grin - the first pale fin


Solo: M. Outlaw

Shadows grow, numerous, from below
Lurking for the chunks of bait
Lusting jaws act dead straight

Amid these waves no god can save
One thrust, you're down
But you're not dropped to drown

You're fed to sharks
A brief moments, your surface up
Hopeful gleams rise
But with the next wave
You're staring death right in its eyes

Let loose, farewell life
Scrunched by a thousand knives
Limbs wash up to rot

Solo: S. Genozider